[Cam'ron]I been on both sides of burglries, guns out and choked upMan, this shit'll get you choked upI'da been shot at, got at, backedstabbed, coked upAlmost doped up, but had no gutsSo I pimp all these hoe slutsWhen they period come it get slow but so what?I got big plans to blow upI'ma love this year, but blood ain't hereWe would puff grass, plus hash, cut classto fuck ass, dough, we had enough cashLittle cats, he would see our dreamsEighteen wit the three-eighteen, that's blood y'all(blood y'all) He had hot gear, rock yeahNow that he's not here I feel that it's not fairFuck see 'em at the crossroads, wanna see 'em drive across roadsPoor, stole, then floss mo', had to tell a few niggaz"My man was a hell of a nigga," (?) wit the triggersWhatever ethnic problem dawg, better check itLittle Cam, it's just bloodshed resurrectedDeath to (?), "logic" I saidFour months, got 'em some head, right in the bedListen dawg, I'm beyond deadThis ain't even me spittin, this Derek Wright and Armstead

[Cam'ron]Yo .. yo, I never had fights in ringsI just had fights for rings, ice and blingI done spent nights in bingsNow I realized Christ the King, ain't no righteous thingbut how I get the right to sing?And the streets be talkin like DonahueClowns, they belong on Comic Viewthat's why the feds onto youWhen they form they assembly'syou stuck on the block like the ave. got parenthesisCourse everybody gotta war story (shit)I swear to God I hear more and more stories (damn)I'm in Jersey, the crib, four storiesAdd a fifth one incase the fourth one bore me (Killa!)I done ran through the NBC's, CBS's, 3GS's, VVS'sBaggetteses, princess cuts, diamond layersand I never said "I'ma player"But I been down wit messy actionSimilar to Jessie Jackson, the threat would happenMa kept resistin, I had to bounce wit my shit manI'm scared of commitmentI'm a hustler, work in the closet, work in the kitchenOutside, workin and pitchin, work on the blockEven put the work on the glockWork on the toilet, I'ma work-a-holic